Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Gambinos

And in our line of work, we need all the we can get
Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug in Central America
Who to kill him?
No information, say yes or no
One point five
Alright, you get you want -- money's no object
They're all clean, no serial numbers,
And there are explosive head bullets, in the

[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, come the cop man
Yo Starks come here, come Sun
Come for a minute!
Aiyyo hold up hold up
Shit we gotta go to the store for baking soda
Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of nig!
Get big Adidas off my moms table man!
Get the off it man.
Yo just chill man, pass the man.
Niggaz is man, damn.
Big ass shits.
Yo man you ain't smoking none of that in here man.
man.

Bobby
Somebody go to the man
Sup
Get baking soda.
(Yo!) cut the pie five ways
(Noodles) We came off two mil kid
(Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)
La nostra
(Johnny Blaze!)
(Lou Diamonds!)
kid.
(Tony Starks)
Universal
(Original claat bad bwoys)

Chorus: Man

Who come to get you? None. want guns!
I be the to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll as one
I call my brother Sun he shine like one

Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny

it
Scriptures hit the like sawed off shotties
Like my hair and my nosepiece snotty
Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole probably
Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for
Ain't nuttin fraudulent here, we
Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu
Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you it
Information leakin out your faucets,
Time to your crown and leave the ground
There's a new sheriff in town holdin it
It's the two holster, shit shot
dead or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the West, a of my culture
And is the test, hold up
Let a nigga his breath, we still payin dues
And the last one is death, to the essence
With that you stressin, this rap profession
Now Tical, the son of the Shaolin
Isle plus my style, Criminology
The last times and days, Johnny Blaze

Verse Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds

goes for niggaz who know
Wu will like llello, ley no
Plus in Barbados
Ricaans be me much shit, the dutch shit
Stay cool papi, seize it with enough
at the lab a, crack's bagged up
Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they
Senoritas, up a storm buyin guards margaritas
his dick, up in the whip long
Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail jiggas
Them niggaz up in figures bitin niggaz
Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain
Jakes beware rap millionaires
Rock hairs leather bears blowin this year
One eight hundred gambino yeah

Wu together as one
I call my brother Sun 'cause he like one

Verse RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels

Solid crown is shinin
Solid gold, it Sun yo
Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin some diamonds
I be pioneerin the in the cloud with silver linings
Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well
The heart the rib cage the chest and solar
stones, crackin two-hundred and six bones
And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of and brimstone
How dare you approach it with dim
The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier
The grand imperial wizard oh is it
The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a
Local bio-chemical, giant, the black general
Lickin shots to Davy on the bicentennial
Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of
up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin
It's a mileage resemblin who like followin
Trapped inside your projects like a genie the bottle

Verse Master Killer

God steppin forth holy down of the track
It's the that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack
So I decided to down on the mic
So the pain of the track won't deny the
I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert
That hurts the who tries to visual-ize under
'cause I strike, thunder
Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, unbearable
My wisdom up your respiratorial
Systems are fractured by the killa
is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged
Enter the entity, my
Is three and sixty degrees of humidity
Represent the school of knocks and glocks my
Clan is hoss and got mad for blocks so
Feel the force of impact from the iron of
The gat as I the track
From the blind side of the pack, Starks the chrome
Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin
piece, deceased, laid to

Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony

Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me
up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom
Full moons make me howl like a outta breath
only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef
So back, to the lab at, high velocity
My teammate, cells well like a pharmacy
Fuck horado plan growas bravo
we know, best sellas become novels
The man head bands, silk scarves and jams
80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams
The laser beam does well at symphonies
Bad days, me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's
Remember them kids that came off 8 million
Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in pavillions
flower heads must have been stupid
Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get wit all that loot kid
jet money, undaground money
Submarines and too bad you fucked up dummies

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